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Politicians are the most pretentious
to emerge from the primordial mulch
of creation.
They pretend to love,
they pretend to care,
In the case of them doing any deal
remotely benefiting constituents
is on condition they profit in prestige,
wealth and a seat, a boardroom chair.
They hug an old lady its a photo opp
They kiss a baby its a god damn video shot,
Even though the homeless is festering,
lacking in compassion, bolstering they bray,
But miss the point that businesses has
reneged on paying a livable wage
The politicians are one piece of work,
weird that they represent the rich and
well to do,
and to you, dem stuff dem chest with
ashes while exiting poverty,
they knew which way the wind blew
Well, money pour to the centre augmented
by a guard of honor rough beast of men,
though shroud now, don't be surprise when
you find its the politicians.
Hillary R. Clinton is a “woman of substance”
Paragon of lady’s great empowerment indeed
USA’s Former President’s wife of intellectual elegance
Gracious public servant of Democrat-creed
Meeting her constituents’ lawyering-need.
Politician with sterling qualities
She’s a steadfast diplomat, affirmed by her global influence
Writer and public speaker of education impact-verities
Homemaker as well as spouse in her reigning prevalence
Dearest mother and grandmother along her pampering presence.
March 22, 2019
2nd place, "A Positive Hillary Clinton" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 4/5/2019.
I used to be into politics,
I would shout loud, and chant, and march,
believed we could change everything
if only we could be in charge.
Get new blood into hallowed halls,
the old paradigms we’d wreck,
but neither me nor anyone
could foresee what would happen next.
See a senator from Ohio
got thrown clear off a speed-boat,
before anyone could get to him
he’d drowned in the water below.
He had just begun his first term,
and had served for only a year,
but when a new election was called
the strangest of things did appear…
The senator’s ghost, sat at his desk,
shimmery, but still clear as day,
through the stunned expressions of shock
the senator had this to say:
“Did you think I would give this up?
My campaign cost forty million,
you think death would keep me from this?
Heck no! I will finish out my run.
“Besides, where is it ever said
in that great document of ours
that a ghost can’t serve constituents?”
The truth of this had us alarmed.
So we turned to the court system
to try and clear up this whole mess,
they scoured the Constitution,
then admitted with much duress
that no power had government
to keep spirits from taking their pace,
if the citizens voted for him
then he was free to participate.
This ruling opened up flood gates,
the ultimate incumbency,
the pols were all so power-mad
that they never left this Earthly scene.
One-by-one they would all die off,
then reappear as a ghostly form,
to be elected back to their seat,
and before long this was the norm.
And now, thirty years afterwards,
a tipping-point has been reached,
Ectoplasmic-Americans
now hold enough seats to impeach!
Advisors now say to hopefuls
you don’t have a chance until you’re dead,
except if there’s a haunting scandal,
then maybe you’ll get elected.
Needless to say the youth turnout
has plummeted all across the land,
and at rallies the pols no longer
even attempt to shake your hands.
Everyone can see the future,
it looks exactly like today,
same names, same faces, and same lies,
but them wasn’t it always this way?
Though if they’re all remaining here,
not going to the afterlife,
then Heaven has no politicians…
It really will be a paradise!
And seeing the multitudes,
He went up into a Starbucks,
And when he was set,
His constituents came unto him:
And he opened his mouth,
And taught them, saying;
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the smallest of tax breaks.
Blessed are they that mourn,
For they shall be down in the polls.
Blessed are the meek,
For they shall be bullied by lobbyists.
Blessed are they which do hunger
And thirst after righteousness,
For they shall be indicted.
Blessed are the merciful,
For they shall be subpoenaed.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
For they shall seem odd.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
For they shall be called especially odd.
Blessed are they who are persecuted
For righteousness’ sake,
For theirs is the briefest of tenures.
Blessed are ye, when men shall say
All manner of evil against you
Falsely; it’s their game.
Lament and be exceedingly sad,
For such is the promise of Congress.
The essential constituents of captivating charisma
align with the fabric of consuming sincerity,
find the adornment of internal beauty
spread invisible film on deceptive external ugliness,
remove the distressing doubt that it can’t be irresistible.
An overwhelming humane faith fosters the faculty
of being aware of depressing deficiency of the being.
The demonstration of the cherubic charm
expresses the life-force that tows the tide of lure,
inundating the landscape of deserted hearts.
On the seraphic shore of the sublime soul,
the supreme designer makes the destined inner circuitry.
The pattern creates innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the consciousness essence of mortal elements
to the emancipating aura of amazing bliss.
_____________
October 25, 2022
Contest : Our Innate Magnetism
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
February 5, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Option Contest
The importance of buttons is significant
Strung out on a thin thread of thought
Through the eye of a needle too small to close
For a camel to go through but why would they?
In Florida, sex with wild animals is illegal
Porcupines and alligators are not for people
According to the law it is also wrong
And this is not California
It is wrong to marry outside your species
But what about buttons and their needs
Ordinary inanimate objects require protection
From human predators under the law
Buttons can't testify in court
But they are still in danger
Who are we to question legislators
Who have our best interest at heart
Thank goodness for politicians who think for us
Without holes you would have no buttons
Without buttons you have no holes to close
Case closed
*Authors note: The fact is; Florida still has a law on the books in 2018 that makes it illegal to have sexual relations with alligators and porcupines. I want to thank them for that. Who knows what we might do if left to our own devices in the woods. (They should update the law to include marriages to wild species in the state, in keeping with modern norms.)
Our legislators have a continued concern for public safety. They protect us from the unthinkable, from perhaps plausible notions of deviant behavior. They protect us from activities they assign to us, their constituents, such proclivities to the absurd, that can only leave us in wonderment. We thank them one and all for that as well. Our tax dollars hard at work as usual.
the Buzz, Collins, Armstrong, applause.
first man, there were three
earthlings who were projected into space.
crowded, not of this world
of celebration and glory.
before lights flashing, attention-demanding.
mission impossible, a presser.
to the moon, but dry
in the throat.
watch the hands, fiddling with papers,
sooth-petting. not practiced
in speech; not 2024 peak.
lights out in black box - perhaps
the famous astronauts
imagine they’re back in space,
clear from prying eyes
as they turn attention to the somewhere screen.
In 2024, we’re bored
because we’ve learned to be entertained
at fast speed, not stuttering-suspended
in animation. fine fellows, firsts
paved the way to now - history-bound.
funny photo caused levity,
liftoff of audience lightened
the payload. next up,
Buzz in blue,
looks directly at the crowd,
hands in pounce mode.
fight or flight, so apropos.
Neil continues, more comfortably explaining,
after his two constituents calmed the waters.
later the moon will peer down
in the night sky.
today kids don’t dream
of flight, they fly
effortlessly through the skies
and little Einsteins
is not impossible in their eyes.
but back in 1969
a sleepy me, just 8,
witnessed the first moon landing.
Who are you most longing to become?
How we answer this is different for an ancient rooted tree
than for a recent immigrant
searching for a niche of stable self-sufficiency.
Who we already have become together
feels more important to thriving groves of WiseElders
than to adolescent immigrants
actively learning creolizing bilingual skills
still coming together for survival.
So too, offering Sanctuary,
becoming Sanctuary,
inviting bicameral Sanctuary,
is rooted in Green complex nutrients
for feeding,
and warm wet watering
whispering easier
cozier
more accessible nutrients
for everyone--
but especially appreciated
by more recent emigrants
flowing into a new garden of hospitality,
of multicultural cooperation,
of shared cooperative residence
and patterns of safe,
sometimes exciting, new transport
toward healthiest wealth.
A gardener's intent
to both offer and share sanctuary
may provoke well-nurtured gratitude
in a recent annual immigrant,
but a more sleepy and self-satisfied entitlement
in mature seniority of perennials,
Yet, primordially feeling and speaking,
we are all immigrants newly becoming together
with each new dawn,
and determined to cooperatively rest
in grateful dreams
with each renewing dusk.
Who are we most belonging within
by becoming Green Sanctuary
together?
Some guilds of mutual interest
and investment
invite growing a cooperative sanctuary for food,
fuel,
fiber
Other teams choose cooperatively owned and managed shelter,
gardens,
farms,
transporting cars and trucks
and bikes and horses,
Others focus on cooperatively owned and managed soil,
observing that democratically co-invested compost,
like capital,
fertilizes healthy savings in a nutritional bank
for cooperative food constituents.
And so it goes,
whether Republican or Democrat,
Libertarian or Green,
Who we want to become together
is more cooperatively resilient,
more robustly compassionate
and co-empowering,
so less aloof
alone
smug and self-satisfied
about our competitive win/lose economic
and partisan histories of colonization;
When, truth become remembered,
we are all reborn naked emigrants
and needy immigrants.
Upright and Not Inscrutable
By Franklin Price
9/20/2015
Upright and not inscrutable
Always Constitutional
Never running for an office just for me
Looking out for my constituents
In your best interests are my intents
However else would you think that I could be
Always standing for you here I am
For you my finger's in the dam
Making sure that it will never ever burst
Certifying that the laws we make
Will never your found freedom take
My responsibility is always to you first
Do I detect a hint of doubt
That some of you have found me out
Think that I am egotistically involved
That I will follow party first
Although for you could be the worst
Re-election is my goal I am resolved
I now seek a higher post
So you may raise your glass and toast
That I could be the highest in the land
Find I cannot get there at all
This you may find will bring a pall
Without the rich and things that they demand
Should not be me that you despise
For getting wool pulled o'er your eyes
It's the nature of the modern politic
If I could get there another way
Would still have your back first today
That the rich control us really makes me sick
TV sensation
Prime time news;
Wake up call
~~~~~~~~~
Elegant poise on TV
Charming sweet voice;
Brilliant anchor delivery
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Homegrown talent
Sparkle and shine;
New media sensation
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Stock market trends
Upswing and downswing;
Challenging times
~~~~~~~~~
Politics of freedom
Confrontational constituents;
Angry defiance
~~~~~~~~~
Observe the times
Conflicts permutates;
Right and left and wrong
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Losing streak
Gambling losses;
Cut loss and run
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Affairs of the heart
Uneasy showdown;
Bruised egos clash
~~~~~~~~~
Pun of old wit
Can still sting;
Mad hornets stir
~~~~~~~~~
Kill joy this talk
Something for nothing;
Deceit attends conceit
~~~~~~~~~
Gain or loss
Not much has changed;
Greedy is greedy
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go again
Flirt from old pain;
Embrace new pain
~~~~~~~~~
Sweet baby asleep
Mother's fond embrace;
Peace in the valley
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2014
Singapore